Cheng Zhiyu stood at the door, pondering how to record a video for Zou Lili. The clattering noise inside was grinding on his nerves.
Deng Wei pounced on Lin Yan like a starving tiger, but Lin Yan grabbed her bag and swung it toward Deng Wei's head. "If you dare to touch me today, I'll die with you," she yelled at the top of her lungs, almost breaking her voice.
Lin Yan's face was deathly pale, her hands and feet cold. Deng Wei had never encountered someone so unappreciative; weren't all women submissive to him?
Deng Wei's tongue licked the corner of his lips, a vile gesture that induced physical discomfort. Lin Yan's stomach wrenched in pain.
"You're worthless dead, little sister!! Do you know what happens to those who cross me? With just one word, I can make sure you can't survive in Hai City," threatened Deng Wei, lifting his thick arm and hooking it around Lin Yan's slender neck, greedily inhaling the fragrance of the young girl.
